Miss Me?

Miss Me?

I’m back.

Did you miss me?

Yes, I know it’s been a while. I didn’t keep my promise that I was going to be posting at least once a week.

Yes, I know.

You can pencil me in for my public flogging later.

Believe it or not, I’ve been extremely busy. Yes, parental and adult responsibilities are holding the majority of my attention. And the kids now being out of school has been a bit of a damper.

But guess what?

I have been writing. A lot!

The last time I posted, I mentioned that I had a story that was just begging to be written and was pushing everything else out of my head. Many of you gave me permission to go ahead and pursue it. And I almost did.

A certain person, you may know her as wifey, gave me some serious side-eye and told me that I really need to finish something. And after much grumbling on my part, I realized she was right, as usual (but don’t tell her I said that).

So I compromised. I did take a break from what I was working on, but not for very long. I did some research (my favorite part of a new project), and completely outlined a story. This actually satiated my need to write this new story enough that I could go back and continue working on my original.

Taking that small break also benefited the former projects as well. I was able to come back to them with fresh eyes and fix a few problems that I hadn’t realized were there.

By the way, remember that massive saga I mentioned a long time ago? The one that spans many generations and multiple novels? Well, it’s materializing nicely. It’s still forming, but it seems so much more real to me now than before. In fact, I’m debating sharing a chapter from the short story I’m intending to use to introduce it. What do you think?

Remember that today is July 1. We are officially at the halfway point. I made a goal to have something completed at some point this year. I’m still on track to do that, but I also still have much to do.

So if you’ll excuse me, I have to dive back into my shame pile.


2016: The Road Ahead

2016: The Road Ahead

People have been asking me where I’ve disappeared to.

I haven’t gone anywhere. I’m still here. Still blogging. Still writing. Still…you get the picture.

The truth is, real life got kind of busy over the past month. Not busy in a “I’m-pulling-out-my-(nonexsistent)-hair” kind of way, but busy enough that finding time to write has been damn near impossible.

With the holidays, have come work deadlines on projects that people want finished before the end of the year. Family have been around a lot more. And school has been iffy with the kids being home more than ever this month.

I decided to take the time off from the blog, and do some soul searching.

Some of you know that I’ve been starting to look into learning martial arts. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was a teenager. But I’ve never been able to get around it for various reasons that I won’t get into now. The reason I bring this up is this: The guy that I train with has been hounding me the last couple of months about setting goals.

“If you don’t make a goal for yourself, someone will make it for you.”

“Set a goal so big that you can’t achieve it until you grow into a person who can.”

These are just some of the quotes that have been drilled into my head between jabs and pak saos.

So, I took December and set some goals for myself.

I went old school, grabbed a notebook and a pencil, and made a long list of everything I want to accomplish this year. And I mean everything. I have financial goals, health goals, and of course, writing goals.

I took that list and, one-by-one, made an outline of everything I need to do to accomplish each goal. Needless to say, I have my work cut out for me this year. I have a lot to do, and I only have 361 days left to do it.

I won’t share with you the list of what I want to accomplish, but I will say this: You will see what I’ve been working on soon. Some of it will even be posted here.

Pay close attention.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to jump back into my shame pile.

Life, Work, and Writing. Who Wins?

Life, Work, and Writing. Who Wins?

You may have noticed that there was no post last week.

You also might have noticed that in my first post upon resurrecting this blog I said I would be posting at least once a week.

Since I live by the tenet that a man is only as good as his word, I feel that I have some explaining to do.

I think there is only one way that I can explain my absence. I need to make a confession.

I am horrible at juggling.

Despite the picture in the header up there, I don’t mean literal juggling. I mean juggling all of the events that most people have to put up with in life. It is a major weakness that I am trying to overcome.

Life can get extremely busy. When you are a married father of two brats children, you own your own business, and have multiple writing projects constantly tugging at your pants legs what are you supposed to do?


Maybe it’s the kids tugging at my pant legs. I don’t know.

See? I get confused.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

The past couple of weeks have proven to be a huge test of my multitasking skills. Work, which is usually pretty quiet, suddenly picked up. Its gotten to the point where I go to work with clients, and then come home to make dinner, put the kids to bed, and then go back to my office (the garage) to continue working. Meanwhile, I have a writing partner who has moved from Chicago so we can collaborate, wondering where I’ve disappeared to. On top of that, I just received news that my wife is being transferred, which means a new schedule where she won’t be around as much during the times I try to write.

How do writers do it?

I know better than to fool myself and think that writers are actually making a living off of their words unless they are extremely lucky. Most writers I know hold down a regular 9-5 job and write in their free time. Some of them are even parents of small children, like I am.

What are they doing that I’m not? Are they forcing themselves to write when they’re extremely tired? I’ve tried that. All that produced was an imprint on my forehead in the shape of the keys on my keyboard. Long story short, I fell asleep.

I’ve tried writing while the kids are around. Any parent knows how that went.

An idea is forming in my head, and just as it’s materializing and I move hands to begin typing…. “DADDY! He kicked meeeeeeeeeeee!”

There goes that thought, like fine sand on a windy day.

How do you do it? How do you juggle all of the things life tosses your way and still find time to write?

Help me.

Ok, I’m going to go try and wallow in my shame pile now. Don’t tell my kids. I’m hiding.